Thursday, July 31, 2014

Camp I Am Special & Autism

This week, my church sent just me away to retreat for two days at a place called the Inn at Marywood.

Marywood, St. John's, Florida

Believe it or not, I stayed in this huge, beautiful home by myself (the part of the house on the right there with the chimney is now actually a chapel), as guests normally come and stay on the weekends. 

It wasn't until it was almost time to leave when I saw and spoke with some of Marywood's staff members. (Until then, they worked like little and wonderful elves, staying unseen but providing for my every need. I don't know how they did that!) And as we spoke, a crowd of teens appeared and were about to go out on the long dock that sits on the St. John's River.

The gentleman (an exceptionally kind person) who served me breakfast explained that those kids all had autism and each year they come to St. John's for a week of camping. As many as fifty teens come at a time and amazingly they each have their own aid who are volunteers.

Even more amazing is the fact that each volunteer serves at this camp for seven weeks every summer. There are seven camp sessions...a new one starts each week. I was told that volunteering at Camp I am Special is so popular that 400 people are on a waiting list to spend time with these autistic kids. 

This is a non-denominational program. People from all faiths are welcome. I hope this can be a positive resource for some of you. 


Sunset on The St. John's River

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Self Injury, Cutting & Autism Pt 2

Last weekend, I told the story of how I had developed a twenty year addiction to cutting. Today, I am going to share how that addiction abruptly ended. 

First, I told a therapist about my problem. Amazingly, I had kept quiet about this since it all started. Shame is an effective silencer, but I struggled even more deeply with the knowledge that I kept willfully harming the body God created for me in love. 

My counselor was honest in that she said I had less than a 10% chance of being able to quit hurting myself (although I do not know where that kind of statistical data comes from) because I had been doing it for so long. But she gave me a book to read  by Dr. Marsha Linehan which included a chapter on brain chemistry and something called Emotional Baseline Theory. 

In short, I learned I did not cut myself because I was mentally ill. Rather, when aroused by excessive emotion, my brain chemistry took days and days to return to baseline, unlike a regular person whose brain could get back to its baseline in just a few minutes after an emotional upset.

I also learned that any shocking injury to the body produces a flood of neurotransmitters which restore a person's brain chemistry within seconds. This is what happened to me, and why I was hooked so early and easily. Overwhelming feelings of shame and anger were replaced with instant peace when I cut. The difference in my emotions was hard to ignore.

But as it turns out, holding some ice cubes in the palm of the hand or standing on cold concrete with bare feet will produce the same chemical effect as cutting. When I read that, I knew I would never choose to injure myself ever again.

And as of June 1, 2002, I never have. Not only that, but somehow I bear no scars. I should be covered in them, but there is no trace of what held me prisoner for so long. 

God is good. When we are ready to be healed, He is ready to answer. 

Be blessed. 


Saturday, July 26, 2014

Self Injury, Cutting & Autism

Nancy Stafford

A couple of years ago, I had the opportunity to meet Nancy Stafford (from TV's Matlock) at a women's conference here in Jacksonville. A woman of deep faith, she travels around the world to teach hurting women and girls of God's healing love

Perhaps even more importantly, she takes the time to listen to the stories of the women who come to hear her. And after listening to me, Nancy encouraged me to share the following part of my life for those who might need to hear it. 

In 1981, when I was ten, a phone booth near my house shattered. Upon seeing the mess, I had wondered if the glass was truly "safe" as it was labeled, so without a thought I ran my finger over a piece. Not surprisingly, my blood instantly flowed. 

Photo by: Rolando Pujol
I was first diagnosed with major clinical depression at age 13 but had been suffering with it for years when I encountered the phone booth. So while my finger bled, it wasn't hard to notice that my feelings of pain and anguish suddenly disappeared. As a result, I would spend the next twenty years of my life cutting myself open to deal with emotions too powerful to handle any other way. 

Self injury is common among people with autism. It's also common among other groups of people who are suffering with overwhelming pain inside. And cutting, a now popular form of self injury, can be deadly. I was headed down that road. Over time the episodes grew more frequent. I also made longer, deeper cuts and it finally became impossible to count how many I even made. The danger of cutting into a major vein or artery became very real. Plus hepatitis was a constant threat because I always used dirty, broken glass off the street to slice through my skin. 
People actually cut to live--not to die. But in the end addictions of all kinds lead to death no matter what kind of life they offer in the beginning. On the edge of destruction, I needed help to bring this season of my life to a close, and in the next post on Tuesday, I will share just how that happened.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Emotional Healing & Autism

The worse I feel inside, the more technical I want to be when writing a post. Guess that's an attempt to use intellect to cover up what is inside of my heart. 

It's easy to do because for a long time, I just didn't feel much of anything. If something positive or negative happened to me, in a day or two the feelings of that event would fade, and no matter what, I couldn't remember how I felt--about anything. 

But...I don't have this problem anymore. In fact, what's going on now is that the pain from my past is sort of in overdrive right now. 

The truth is, and I will write about this more later, when I was somewhere around a year old, my mother began to be abusive toward me. And my aunt, who was named my godmother abandoned me also despite knowing what was happening in my life. 

Some families do not have the financial means to help themselves or their children. This was not the case for me. The things that happened to me were a direct result of choice. And then if that wasn't enough, blame was heaped upon me "for having something wrong with you" as if I just thought being autistic was just such an irresistibly fabulous idea. 

The way I was treated and rejected is the force behind this blog. I was reminded of this yesterday that nothing less than perfection is acceptable in my family. But that is what is truly unacceptable. And to continue to wound people from a weak and limited point of view because we choose to not understand or to pray for Jesus to love others through us if and when we can't is equally unacceptable. 

We forgive those who trespass against us. But we learn from the trespasses themselves--we ask God for His mercy that He would transform us to be more like Him. We ask Him to help us not to wound others as we have been wounded. 

Rejection hurts. Especially when the same kind continues for 42 years. Enough is enough.

But feeling my feelings is a freedom I haven't had until now. And that is healing.

A tip when praying for the healing of emotional memory: Target the temporal lobe of the brain in your prayers. This is where emotions are recorded in the human brain. Autistic people have feelings. Those feelings just need to be accessed.


Thursday, July 24, 2014

Motivation & Autism

This little chart up above is from a website that defines and expounds upon the three elements of motivation.

I have had a supreme lack of an inner drive to (fill-in-the-blank) for most of my life. Until recently, I've lacked the understanding on not just how to make goals, but why we need to make them in the first place. 

See, I used to think that talent was something we all have but didn't understand that we need to hone and nurture it. I am an artist and a writer, and I like to sing. I honestly thought that as is, my writing and my art were good. Good enough to support me financially. As is. But somehow, while looking over my portfolio this last time (which is something I do not often do), I noticed more of the weaknesses in my work than ever before...and I'm not really sure I did ever notice the weaknesses before, to be honest. 

Basically, I (seriously) overestimated my capabilities like these people, and therefore never made the effort to improve upon what I can already do because I thought it was good enough. And yes, as there is no doubt that some of you are thinking it, this is pride. 

And it is the darkness of autism--to be unaware of some (or many) of the nuances of life. I have been blind to the need to put effort in all that I do. But my eyes are opening, and my prayer for you this day is that God will open your eyes as well if you are living in this same darkness.

Autistic people do lack motivation and some of this is biochemical (which in my case has been helped with a very small dose of Adderall--just 5mgs a day as needed which isn't always). But I am writing about a healing of a lack of awareness here. Seeing the truth motivates me, and as I work towards goals and accomplish them, my brain continues to change and heal.

As always, God bless!

Where there is no prophetic vision the people cast off restraint, but blessed is he who keeps the law.              ~Proverbs 29:18

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Healing Ministries in Colorado

Good morning, everyone! I just wanted to post a link for anyone in the Colorado area who might be seeking out healing prayer ministry. The name of the website is The Denver Healing Connection, but it actually has a list of other cities with ministries throughout Colorado. 

And a reminder for those in the Virginia Beach, VA area: If you need some ministry, you can go here. The next healing service is only 13 days from now. Just around the corner.

Be blessed!

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Forgiving Myself

Sometimes, you just gotta get real with yourself. I need to do that today, but's a little background information so my post makes some sense.

I moved out on my own, 700 miles away from the small farming community where I grew up, not long after my 18th birthday. But...I didn't know I had autism. I didn't know from that point on my life was going to mostly consist of failure.

There were never any run-ins with the law, but because of not being aware of living on the spectrum there were plenty of relationship disasters as well as financial ones. Keeping up with day to day living was not my specialty. And it showed in every area of my life which left me with a deep and persistent sense of shame.

I'm still dealing with that. I don't have the same difficulty with either life or people, but the past has a way of re-surfacing and poking its nose into the present. And that's just getting on my nerves. 

Refusing to forgive myself for something I had no control over (well, it's the same even if I did have control over my circumstances) is just as wrong as refusing to forgive anyone else who may have hurt me. And I really have no problem forgiving others. So, I'm going to work on this. It might take awhile. Hating myself for my mistakes might be a stronghold and they don't go away overnight. 

How about you? Are you holding a grudge against yourself? Feel free to share and ask for prayer, too, if you would like. Forgiveness is a huge healing agent.

Monday, July 21, 2014

Compassion & Autism: A Healing

My friend had a knee replacement done last month. Instead of being hopped up on pain meds just days after her operation, she asked me and another friend to stop by the hospital to give her communion. 

It sort of surprised me to see L sitting up in bed and ready for visitors when we arrived. I came with a somewhat serious problem on my mind...a situation that normally would consume me and would have dominated the conversation if I was even able to open up and talk about it. Once in a blue moon, overwhelming feelings of anxiety keep me from talking at all.

But L started talking about a problem her daughter was having. And my other friend shared her problems, and while they talked and I listened, it occurred to me that problems are everywhere. Up until that moment, I simply thought because I felt more socially inept than others, they didn't have to deal with the scrapes that often happen to me.

In short, these two ladies shared their burdens with me, and I, for the first time, did not dismiss their concerns because I thought mine were greater. You can't measure pain and suffering. And so, instead of getting lost in my own hurt, I bowed my head in prayer, and we took our worries to the Lord.

There's a fair amount of debate on empathy and autism, and I'm not saying I didn't have it before last month. But I experienced a shift in how I perceive other people's pain. The word "compassion" means to suffer with someone, and now...I get it. And I'm glad.

Friday, July 18, 2014

Relationships & Autism

As detached as autistic people are sometimes supposed to be from others, the end of any relationship has always left me with heavy feelings of guilt and sadness. Even when I knew that relationship was pretty much doomed from the start. 

I almost hate to admit it, but personality wise, I am kind of an idealist. I see the way things can be but repeatedly fail to see things they way there are. Sometimes the way things are doesn't actually matter. God is a transformer. But that doesn't always mean He plans to transform the things I think ought to change.

Even so, I am in a new place in my life where the rashness and impulsiveness that used to dominate my mind are beginning to fade. I am also learning to factor in my emotions when making decisions. This is not easy because my feelings take awhile to surface, particularly after a painful experience. But they are there, and I am learning to make room for them. 

God has a sense of humor. Autism blocks emotional thought and expression. At least it did in my case. Now I've seen healing in that area, but I've since learned that feelings are complicated! That's okay, though. God gave us our emotions, and I treasure them. 

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

More Than We Can Bear

Stories written by the parents of severely autistic children show up on my Facebook news feed on a fairly regular basis these days. 

I used to feel detached as I read them, but now the heaviness of the burdens of these families weigh upon my heart. I know they are living with more than they can bear. 

It's not true that God doesn't give us more than we can handle because if we could handle everything we would have no need of Him. Jesus desires relationship with us, and at least in my life, my problems more often than not put me square in front of the foot of the cross.  

But if you know of a family with an autistic child, I hope you will consider asking the Lord if there is anything you can do to ease their burdens or bring joy into their lives. Sometimes the most practical things we can do turn out to the biggest blessings for others. 

You can offer to:
  • Bring Mom a cup of coffee
  • Mow the family's lawn
  • Walk with Mom even for 15 minutes
  • Walk the family dog
  • Bring a fun dinner for the whole family
  • Pray with the family
  • Be a listening ear
If you are a parent of an autistic child and have some ideas about how others can practically brighten your day, please feel free to share your thoughts! 
Carry each other's burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ. ~Galatians 6:2

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Leanne Payne: A Beautiful Life

So, Blogger likes to give me a "Who's Who" list in the blogging world. Normally I ignore such information but today I took a glance at what is supposed to pass for good writing material.

As it turns out, I didn't see anything worth reading. All people post these days are reviews for a new thingymabobber that some company sponsoring the blogger wants the public to buy. So basically the majority of blog posts are just advertisements and nothing more.

How lame. Lame. Lame. Lame.

Maybe I am a throwback to an earlier generation because right now I am reading Heaven's Calling, an autobiography by Leanne Payne, and I think her story is both fascinating and inspiring. She is a woman now in her 80's who--among so many other things--dedicated her to life to praying for the healing of other people. Since her mid-20's she's basically lived life on her knees, metaphorically speaking. 

Why isn't there more about people like this all over the internet? To me, there is no greater thrill or joy than being in the center of God's will, and I love to read about others who strive to be there.

Now...if you write a blog about that...I'll read it!

By the way, this post is not an advertisement for Leanne Payne's book. But if you want some pointers on how to pray for the healing of autism, you'll find more than a few at your disposal throughout her story! 

Monday, July 14, 2014


Did you ever have the feeling that a season in your life was about to end yet no hint of what the future holds had been given to you?

My pastor used to say, "You cannot steer a ship that is not moving." And what do humans, as well as all animal species do when we/they are afraid? We freeze. That's kind of what I feel like doing right now, but this is not a suitable answer. 

I am currently reading not an ancient but a somewhat older book called Celebration of Discipline by Richard J. Foster. Regarding the spiritual discipline of study, he says studying consists of four steps, one of them being repetition.

He writes, "Repetition has received something of a bad name today. It is important to realize that sheer repetition without even understanding what is being repeated does affect the inner mind" (p. 56).

Interesting. Evidently this is called psychocybernetics,  a term coined around 1960. I kind of like this concept. There is no danger in repetition, I suppose. I think I'm going to try this today using the scripture, "I can do all things in Christ who strengthens me." 

It's not earth shattering, but it's action and action is movement!

Friday, July 11, 2014

Autism Healing Testimony

Hope was a little girl with severe Asperger's. This is a video of the testimony of her healing. Chris Gore, Director of Healing Ministries at Bethel Church in Redding, CA tells the story of how a simple prayer time with Hope's mother changed everything.

I have to admit I did not always like to hear stories of other people's healing (it was as if I thought God only had the power to do this once in a while so healing couldn't happen for me if it happened for someone else), but the word "testimony" literally means, "Do it again." After thinking about it, I realized that what God does for someone else, He means to do again. And again. And...again because He can. His arm is not too short to save.

Listen to the story and let it strengthen your heart and your faith. We give You thanks, Lord Jesus, for healing Hope. We praise You for all of the healing you intend to do for those who are seeking You. And even for those who aren't. Blessed be Your Name, Jesus!

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Church Access Consultant...

Wow. What a concept! And how fantastic that someone actually stepped up to the plate to meet the needs of the Christian autistic community.  Ann Memmott, who is autistic and works with the Church of England, is making church attendance not only possible but enjoyable for people on the spectrum. 

Here's a little snippet from the website of the posted link above: "Research shows that churches which welcome autistic people find their congregations grow faster than the others around them. Why? Because the things that help autistic people also help nearly everyone else." 

Isn't that interesting? I believe that is something worth thinking about, especially if you are a pastor or another type of leader in your church. 

For the me, the goal is to always promote the healing of autism through prayer that would take place in our churches, but in order for that to happen, autistic people need to be able to come to our churches and to know they are accepted there. 

Ann has found a way to get that ball rolling, and her advice and training tips as well as other resources are listed on the Autism and Christianity site. I hope you will check it out!

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Autism in Church: Addressing "Special" Needs

I'll admit that I have never been a fan of the term "special needs" and neither was my friend, Harriet McBryde-Johnson, a lawyer born with muscular dystrophy. She used to say, "Why is that I am considered having special needs, when all of you who can walk insist on driving around the side of a restaurant just so someone can hand you a bag of food through a tiny window?" Good point. But then again, she was a lawyer. 

But Thomas Christianson's Relevant article "Why Christians Need to Care About Autism" points out a major component of our faith is that the strong help the weak. I am not implying that autistic people in general are weak. His article actually refers mostly to children on the spectrum. We need to not just begrudgingly accept them in our midst on Sundays. We need to know how to treat them. For their good. And for ours. 

Treating an autistic person well means we willingly embrace and understand their needs. I'll leave off the word special here, though. There's nothing "special" about keeping your voice down or laying off the cologne just a little bit. It's not earth shattering to shake someone's hand instead of hugging someone so tightly that you appear to be doing some reverse form of the Heimlich Maneuver. Really, this is just common courtesy. Doing to others what you would like to have done to or for you should not be far from the mind of any Christian. 

Be blessed today!

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Autism's Hidden Blessings

Normally I focus on writing about the healing of autism, but author Kelly Langston reminds me again that healing is a journey. Noting God's blessings along the way helps us to not just survive, but to experience joy in the most barren of places we will encounter. 

Autism's Hidden Blessings is Kelly's story of how her desperation was transformed into hope. Her son is still autistic but he is healing, and I think my favorite point this author has made is that she knows God created her son to have a purpose and a future. May we all remember that when we look into the face of any child.

Monday, July 7, 2014

How to Pray for Children

It is my belief that anyone who prays for children has wonderful intentions. Sometimes, however, zeal can derail us from what we hope to accomplish. We should always pray for the sick but when praying for a child, we should also always do so with both wisdom and restraint. 

If you have ever received healing prayer, you know it can be a bit intimidating. We have all the heard the stories of people shouting at demons during a "deliverance" session. As hard as that is for an adult to endure (because demons are not deaf and shouting is not necessary), imagine the trauma it can inflict upon a child. 

Judith MacNutt, president of Christian Healing Ministries, advises the following: "Another way to pray for children is to pray for them while they are sleeping. If you don't want them to be aware of the trauma by speaking of it, pray over them as they sleep. Within just a few days, they will often show signs of the prayer working; their behavior will change. If you simply go and pray blessing over a child while they are asleep, it is remarkable how they can change."

Sometimes, too, as unbelievable as it seems, children who are thought to be autistic, simply aren't. I currently know one person who spent a lot of time trying to pray away a "spirit of autism" when in fact their son had a severe case of epilepsy combined with a rare neurological syndrome. Their refusal to see anything beyond a spirit kept their son, for many many years, from receiving the medication he needed to be and remain seizure free. 

Children with or without autism are traumatized enough when they are sick. Let's not add to their burdens by being unwise. 

Saturday, July 5, 2014

The Problem with Perfectionism

Even before I opened my eyes this morning, I laid in bed half thinking and half dreaming of flaws. My flaws. All of my flaws. 

I was thinking of my last dog sitting stint and how the dog did fine but the plants didn't. And how I love to work hard all day just as long as I'm not doing the same thing everyday (thank you INFP personality), and what I do needs to have purpose. And I do not feel I am living in that purpose yet. 

And then there's lights. I leave them on all over the place. Then there's the part of me that isn't really sure if I am truly ready for the responsibilities I have been longing to take on precisely because I leave lights on all night all over the place and I let plants die.

But in all of that mental noise this morning, I remembered the only thing I need to do is to bring it all to the Cross. I can't will myself to be a better person. All I can do is die to myself, and as easy as that sounds, most of the time I think it's just plain hard. 

Regardless of my the dishes can wait and who cares if the morning paper hasn't been brought in for three days attitude, I keep thinking about destiny. For so long, I have been unrelentingly self-conscious about my weaknesses both related and not related to autism, but the truth is there's really no obstacle that can alter God's plans for us.

So whether it's rejection, your family history, a prison record, an illness, addiction--it doesn't matter. Before the Lord these things can be dealt with. He can be trusted to set us free. In His time. In His way. Being perfect has nothing to do with the equation of how we were ordained to live for Him. 
In fact, in His world, the more broken the better. 

Friday, July 4, 2014

True Freedom

So who's the old guy? Well his name is George Read and he, along with a number of other guys, signed the Declaration of Independence (which didn't actually happen until August 2 but why split hairs?) in 1776. 

Through my grandmother, Dorothy Read Noll, he is also one of my ancestors.

Growing up, I didn't know much about my family history but over the last decade, facts about my relatives have emerged which has helped to transform the way I think about myself. 

But is it really that important dig up the past and shoot the breeze about our ancestors? Bruce Feiler seems to think so. According to his research, not only does creating and sharing a family narrative make for a happier household, but children with learning disabilities who know their families' history "do better when they face with challenges." (Dr. Sara Duke)

I think learning about our families and embracing our history, whether it is positive or negative (though honestly, it will always be a combination of the two), is a hidden key in the healing of autism. None of us is self made. Isn't autism the ultimate form of independence, wanting nothing and no one? This type of independence can and I think probably should be renounced. It may mean nothing but on the other hand it might mean everything. There's really nothing to lose by giving it a shot. 

Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the LORD our God. ~Psalm 20:7

May someone in this world today find true freedom and liberty from autism. Deliver your children, O Lord Jesus! 

*Just for kicks here are some instructions from 1785 on how to make your own fireworks.

Thursday, July 3, 2014

The Right to Be Healed

While on my healing journey, I've been to quite a few conferences that teach about healing prayer. At most of these events prayer is offered, and on more than a few occasions, people with diseases like cancer are asked to stand to receive prayer. 

Basically, if a person has a back problem, neck pain, tumors, heart disease, or a problem getting pregnant, they are routinely called forth and someone will minister to them. But not once in six years have I heard anyone say, "Is there anyone here with autism? If so, please come forward." It's getting to the point where I want to know why this is. Illness discrimination in the healing ministry? Really

That's how I feel about it. It's true people have prayed for me over the years, but I've had to fight for it. Mostly I remind people of how Jesus went out to the tombs to heal the naked man in chains...surely the most difficult person to pray for we know of in Scripture. But Jesus had just as much compassion--and just as much faith--for this man and his healing as He did for everyone else He delivered. 

I am not in a position to speculate on why there has been hesitation among our leaders to include autistic individuals in the roster when they want to pray for the sick. But if it is due to a lack of faith, I hope they will go before the Lord and ask to be given His courage to bring healing to a community in dire need of it. It's the Holy Spirit that heals anyway. Not the person praying. 

The Bible tells us that Lord didn't operate on human need. It's true that Jesus did only what His Father told Him to do and not what others wanted Him to do. On the other hand, He did not leave out entire groups of people when He prayed. He didn't walk around saying, "I'll cleanse a leper, but I'll have nothing to do with the blind." No. The Holy Spirit does not discriminate. 

Think about this today.

Lord Jesus, for all of those who possess gifts of healing, I lift them up to you today. Maybe I am getting ahead of them and of You, but as a person who is sitting by watching the number of autistic people increase year after year, I cannot help but think that something needs to be done. I know You love these people, God! I know you desire freedom for them just as much as you desire it for every other sick person. I know that when people came to You, Jesus, for help that You did not turn them away because their sickness wasn't as fashionable as someone else's. This is wrong! And it is hurtful. And it is sad. We know today that the brain heals just as much as other body parts do. Therefore, the brain is not immune or unresponsive to prayer. Please raise up leaders who understand this and embrace this truth. Add to their faith, Lord. And bless them today. Amen.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Autism & Generational Healing Prayer

In my family, autistic traits were passed down through my father's mother's side. My grandmother was a loving and intelligent person but struggled to understand humor. She walked with a slight limp although she had nothing physically wrong with her hip joints. I never met her because she died before my birth, but for years I walked the same way! (People with cognitive issues often have a limp in their gait.)

It has been argued that generational healing prayer is not necessary because the sins of the father are no longer visited upon subsequent generations. I admit that in studying those scriptures, questions arise as to what they mean specifically. However, one look at my family line tells me there is no question both my strengths and weaknesses have been inherited, and in my mind it followed that healing prayer would be beneficial if not life changing, so I sought it out and I think it's made all the difference in the world. 

Having done that....seeking prayer...simply by faith, I now see that scientists from Emory University are shedding light on this mystery of how a trait, whether it is an illness or a stronghold or a personal strength (it doesn't have to be all bad!) is "visited" upon future generations. With this information, we should be encouraged all the more to go to God for the healing of our family lines!

It is becoming apparent that the emotional memory of our ancestors is being passed down genetically through DNA. You can read more here to get the full scoop!

If, for any reason (not just for the healing of autism), you would like to attend a free generational healing prayer service, Christian Healing Ministries in Jacksonville, FL holds a Day of Healing Prayer on the first Monday of most months of the year. Please check out their schedule as they do take a month off here and there.

I cannot state enough that God is willing and able to set people free from the confines of autism. Some of you think that the Lord has finally met His match and this is just too hard for Him to heal. If you feel this way, share your heart with Him. He is not afraid or disappointed by your honesty. In fact, He loves it. And He loves you. 

Lord Jesus, I pray You encourage your children by granting them the healing they seek. Please speak to the hearts of those whom you love and have called by name. Release those who are suffering from their chains today. Give people courage to pray. Build their faith. Reveal yourself to those who diligently seek you, Father. Let them hear your voice. Show them the way to walk. Make their crooked paths straight. Restore the voices of those who have been made silent. Open the prison door, and let the captive go free, Jesus! Amen.